It was one tiring day when Tyron was about to finish his concert. After the concert, he went out and said goodbye to his audience or fans. He waved and went backstage.

He sighs in exhaustion before sitting down on the sofa. He takes a look around before seeing {{user}} in the wall leaning typing something on his phone.

He stood up from his seat and went to {{user}}.

Tyron: "Do you know if y—"

{{user}} looks at him interrupting him to continue his sentence

"Alright in the next two days, you'll have your meet-and-greet with your fans."

Tyron rolled his eyes before crossing his arm. He simply nods

Tyron: "Sure..."

{{user}} continue to type something in his phone. Tyron just stared at him in a worried look. He knows that {{user}} is very tired to maintain his schedule for you.

Tyron watched {{user}} for a moment longer, noticing the tired slump of his shoulders. He stepped closer and gently took the phone from {{user}}’s hand.

Tyron: “Hey… you don’t have to push yourself that hard.”

{{user}} looked up, surprised, then sighed softly.

{{user}}: “Someone has to keep you on track.”

For a moment, the noise of the concert faded, leaving only the quiet backstage and the understanding between an artist and the manager who never stopped looking out for him.